-my alone time. Geez, I would talk Brad's head off whenever I saw him, and anyone else who was unlucky enough to ask me how I was doing. I need people to talk to.

-freedom to do what I want during the day. After about the 2nd month I lost my steam for getting stuff done. Plus, I can only watch The Haunting so many times before I've seen them all and had the same nightmares over and over.

-a feeling of domestication. I could go forever without having to cut the grass again.

So it is interesting to me that the things I love are also the things that will be somewhat easy to leave behind.

Monday, August 3, 2009

I succeeded in having a most embarrassing moment today. I questioned whether I should put it on here. In actuality, it can be most embarrassing and most detrimental at the same time. I guess thats what makes it embarrassing.

I've been interviewing with a few different companies a lot the past few weeks. I mean A LOT. Now, this does wonders for my self-esteem, but not so much for my dilapidated wardrobe. And by dilapidated wardrobe I mean clothes that I have but that are completely worn out because it is all that will fit on my fat butt. And I hate shopping so those clothes are gonna have to suffice. I only have one interview suit. I hate suits. So today I had a third interview at a place that I've already worn the interview suit to twice (two different tops and don't worry, I changed underwear). I decided to wear a skirt. Surely it will be fine to wear a skirt and a nice blouse. It looked fine, I proceeded.

I got to the office and realized my thigh highs (because there isn't much worse than hose in 95 degree heat) were...struggling. Now, given my thighs, that is no surprise. They should have been paid overtime. I check in and try to pull up one side as I'm sitting in the lobby. I look up and smile at the camera and quickly wave an apology. I think I could hear them laughing.

The recruiter comes to get me and by this point the hose is close to breaking free from my knee-cap. I look like an 85 year old grandma with her support knee-highs. You know how they always end up rolled up around their ankles or hanging loose? That was me. At an interview. There was no way to hide it. I tried to strategically place my purse, my notepad, the recruiter. Nothing worked.

He is not oblivious so he noticed I was having issues. While trying not to laugh at me he asked me if I would like a minute in the office before he came in. I tried to play it off and said "no, I'm fine, but thank you!". Luckily we were seated at a table and I could play with them while we were talking. Then the dreaded time came to get up. There was no saving them. Or me. At this point I was already apologizing and he was laughing. Thank goodness it wasn't my first interview, he is a cool guy, and he has a sense of humor.

We were traveling to another office for the 2nd part of the interview and I drove separately. You have never seen anyone rip those things off while driving so quickly. I figured I would look better with white legs than hose around my ankles.

About Me

I was born in Florida and hated my parents when they moved me to NC at the age of 10. But I have loved it ever since. I am one of those few people who liked high school. I was lucky enough to attend UNC Chapel Hill and my children will have no choice but to do the same. It was there I met and married my wonderful husband. My life is wonderful, but completely different from how I envisioned. And thats ok with me!